Inne Dyster Moorhoof

Soon i was disgusted...

....by their feared faces

And their hypocritical words (begging for help)

Paralysed from the awkwardness

Of their stupid thoughts, felt i have had

Something to clean, like this weak and false.

And f really asked myself,

Are their similar to their whole race?

I hit them with a heavy branch

Only to relax my furious self of their behaviour

I hit them twice with a heavy branch

And i felt free of this strange thoughts.

And separated their bones of their flesh

And their flesh of their blood, l gave to the forest.

Slaughtered for my own and for their profit,

Because my hunger was quenched for few days

And their faces now scare and warn an the stakes.

So long that peoples fat upholstered my cold stony bed.

I turned and walked embraced by nightly virgin woods.